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| ISBN-13: | 9781504918411 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 06/18/2015 |
| Pages: | 124 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.26(d) |
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2015 World Healing
By Barbara Wolf, Margaret Anderson
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Copyright © 2015 Barbara Wolf and Margaret AndersonAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5049-1841-1
CHAPTER 1
Winter Solstice ~ New York City
A note: First Barbara will write her journey to New York City, and then Margaret will write. Both journals are in Chapter 1.
From Barbara:
December 19, 2014, 7:30 a.m.:
To celebrate the Winter Solstice, today we take the train to New York City. We will be joining those welcoming the beginning of a 'long' sun and the birth of a new year. Paul Winter will be performing his 35th Annual Winter Solstice Celebration at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine and we will be at this celebration. Winter is known for his interest in the Natural world, and last year his winter solstice event at the cathedral focused on elephants becoming extinct because of demand for their ivory. This year he is focusing on the coqui, the tree frog, and he taped this frog's famous evening sound while visiting a few months ago Danny Rivera in Puerto Rico. Rivera is 'the national voice of Puerto Rico' who will join Paul Winter at the cathedral. Singers, bomba drummers, and dancers will also be at the cathedral.
When Margaret and I begin our train journey to New York City this morning to attend the solstice ceremony, I leave my winter boots behind. No snow is on the ground and the weather itself seems friendly with not much thought of rain or snow. I have decided to follow that intuition.
And yes! The entire trip from beginning to end is without rain or snow. A bit windy and a bit cold, but Margaret and I are prepared for that. We are wearing layers, yes, layers of clothes to keep us warm!
On the train we are seated on the right side ready to look out the window at a wonderful view of the Hudson River. But first, before seeing the river, we must pass Syracuse, Rome, Utica, Amsterdam, Schenectady, etc. When we do cross the river, we watch the Hudson until we reach New York City.
Of course the first thing we check is the condition of the river in relationship to the algae that was increasing and increasing last spring when we took the train. But today, December 19, we see no algae! NONE.
WONDERFUL.
We do not see ducks or seagulls, but that is to be expected because the killing of the algae would come from adding poison to the water. My thought is that eventually the water will be safe enough for the ducks and seagulls to return.
When we reach Penn Station in New York City, the beginning of the evening dark has not yet started. Good. We will take the Number 2 express metro to 96th Street and then walk only two blocks to our hotel where we will spend three nights. Just around the corner is the Manhattan Diner, a wonderful place to eat when we are hungry.
* * *
December 20:
Last night's sleep held a lesson we did not realize would be a lesson. Yesterday when we entered our room, it was cold. A bright button on the heater told us the temperature was 59 degrees Fahrenheit. When we tried to set the temperature higher, the bright button remained at 59 degrees.
We phoned the front desk and a man came with an iron radiator to bring big heat into the room. And yes, it did bring big heat. Too much. There was no way to regulate this radiator, and so, when the room became hot, we turned it off. Then we began to notice a distracting strange noise, like clothes being washed. We phoned the front desk again and we learned that this noise came from steam passing through pipes. Well, there was nothing we could do about that!
The next morning, when we asked others to explain about steam traveling through pipes, we began to realize that this old brick hotel is probably connected to an old apartment complex with a common heating system. Water as steam was still being washed throughout these old buildings as well as the hotel.
Since water has a consciousness and will attempt to fit itself into a perfect, crystalline hexagram if it is fed the energies of love, we realize that if the energies of love are sent to the water, these love energies will be spread throughout the whole complex.
And so, instead of vowing never to return again to this hotel, tonight we will be ready when we hear the strange noise that sounds like clothes being washed in a washing machine. We will energize the noise with love. That will be our gift.
And yes, both of us sleep very well throughout the night!
* * *
December 20, we take the metro toward the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. When we exit the metro, we soon see the cathedral looming before us. We stop to look at the top far end of the building, home of the statue of Archangel Gabriel with his horn. Even though we cannot see it, we know that nearly below him is a stained glass window with a figure of the red-robed Christ.
At the steps of the cathedral, we join others waiting for the doors to open. A woman tells us she is from Brooklyn, and we tell her we will tomorrow be in Brooklyn to join gospel singers at the famous tabernacle.
When the cathedral doors open, we ticket holders go directly to our assigned seats. Ours are in the nave, and directly behind us, up a bit, is the stained glass window of the red-robed Christ. When we are seated, Margaret tells me to listen to the sound of the coqui frogs beeping. Amazing!
As we listen, we watch the cathedral seats fill and I think maybe 2,000 are here. Many seem accustomed to being here. They know what they are about to witness and they are ready!
At 2 p.m., Theresa Thomason, Paul Winter's vocalist, begins the program with a powerful, lusty voice. Does she always sing so powerfully? One cannot help but listen for a slip. Well, there is no slip. Theresa Thomason is FANTASTIC!
Now we watch Paul Winter and Danny Rivera performing together, singing together. They seem to be about the same age and their physiques are similar. One can nearly mistake them as being brothers.
A remarkable performance is when a gong master is hoisted above our heads to slowly move toward the stained glass window of the red-robed Christ figure behind us. Several times the movement stops and musicians give out POWERFUL HARSH SOUNDS. My theory is that this method weakens dark energies. Paul Winter has used a similar sound method at an earlier solstice we attended.
When the gong master reaches the stained glass window, the lights in the cathedral are FULL ON -- BRIGHT. And so, the sun has been brought home and this is the celebration of the birth of a new year.
Yes, Paul Winter's solstice performance has been an emotional moment for all of us watching.
* * *
December 21, Sunday:
Margaret and I cannot leave New York City without listening to the gospel singers at the Brooklyn Tabernacle. We take the Number 2 express metro from 96th Street and we whizz along with few stops. Soon we are in Brooklyn at Hoyt and we are getting off the train to walk up stairs. Now we must ask a ticket woman which way we walk to reach the tabernacle. Last spring I took the metro and Margaret was not with me, but now she is saying that she has investigated how to walk and my way is wrong. Well, what can one do? We usually have opposite opinions about which way to walk. Half the time she is right and half the time I am right.
The metro ticket woman tells us to walk up to street level, and then she gives us confusing directions. Never mind. There are plenty of people on the street who know the location of the Brooklyn Tabernacle. We walk along, and yes, we do reach the entrance. The doors are wide open, people are entering, and one glance inside tells me this is exactly where we should be.
A volunteer with today's colorful program in his hands greets us and leads us into a very large auditorium where he seats us so that nearly everyone entering the auditorium will walk by us. We soon discover they want to stop to shake hands. Friendly. They are very friendly.
We look at the brochure given to us and we see there are many announcements. Free admission to a White Christmas program that runs four days. A special candlelight prayer meeting. Married couples weekend getaway. Holiday concert with Tabernacle singers. Pastor Cymbala's new book, "Storm". A week of Prayer, etc., etc., etc.
Now, on the stage, a pastor is urging us to stand and sing. Soon we are boisterously singing and singing and singing. The words are displayed on a small TV screen hanging close to us. Some in the audience are raising their arms and hands. Others have their hands in prayer. All are boisterously singing.
Hearts are open, pouring out love.
To me, it does not matter what religion one prefers, or, maybe no religion. The singing will appeal to everyone. When the program is over, we are reluctant to leave.
In the afternoon we return to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine to listen to a performance called Dutch Christmas, typically celebrated 400 years ago at the time of Rembrandt. Music will be played and sung in the ancient Dutch language.
We are on the waiting list for this performance, and when we enter the cathedral, we check to see that our names are on the waiting list. Yes. Just before the performance is ready to begin, we are given two vacant seats.
The audience is quiet as we wait for the performers to enter the room, and I realize most around me have attended before. They are acutely aware of what they will begin to hear.
As for myself, I have never listened to ancient Dutch music and it is a surprise to me when they begin singing in precise, patterned tones. They are the exact opposite of what the Puerto Ricans had given us yesterday at the cathedral -- raucous, spontaneous tones from their wide-open hearts.
Also, this music is the opposite of Brooklyn Tabernacle singing coming from wide-open hearts of Love. The ancient Dutch music is coming forth from minds concentrating on an exact pattern formed hundreds of years ago. It is as if nothing has changed over the centuries.
And so I have heard three different types of music here in New York City --traditional Christmas songs of today, Puerto Rican lively music, old Dutch singing of carefully patterned music.
To my surprise, this evening I will be hearing more music -- Puerto Rican singing. Our friend Gentle Bear takes us to a restaurant overlooking the Atlantic, and this restaurant is owned by his Puerto Rican friend. It is called the Don Coqui Restaurant, meaning the Tree-Frog Restaurant! How amazing that we should be hearing tree-frog sounds in the cathedral and then eat at a restaurant with the same name.
We sit overlooking the water, and we watch many Puerto Ricans having a wonderful, raucous time eating at tables around us. Their music is playing LOUDLY, ZESTFULLY and all are singing LOUDLY, ZESTFULLY. Even we three at our table are singing LOUDLY, ZESTFULLY.
What fun!
The restaurant owner gives us free hors d'oeuvres in honor of us coming to his restaurant after hearing the tree-frogs at the cathedral.
* * *
December 22, the day we say good-bye to our room and its hissing steam noise, we take the metro to Penn Station that is stuffed with people, many carrying wrapped presents. Obviously, they are on their way by train to celebrate Christmas somewhere. We line up with them and board an Amtrak train which, to our disappointment, is already so full we must take seats on the side of the train that will not ride along the Hudson River. We will be looking at new scenery.
Well, the scenery may be new to us, but not new to those living on this side of the tracks. Awful, discarded machinery, trucks, cars, etc. Abandoned, old houses. I keep thinking that New York State should begin a campaign to clean up these rubbish heaps going on and on and on.
We move along smartly and my thought is that we will have a better chance of arriving on time if we do move along smartly. Amtrak passengers are often at the mercy of freight trains. We must sit while long, loaded freight trains whizz past us 'a million miles an hour'!
Today, before reaching Utica, we stop and we wait and we wait and we wait, first for one freight train to approach and whiz by us and then we wait for another freight train that hasn't yet reached us. Finally it becomes dark, and then very dark. Our conductor apologizes from time to time.
And now he says an Amtrak train from Toronto to New York City has broken down and we must tow it to Rochester. It will take time to arrange the two trains for towing, he tells us.
And so we are stopped on a middle track with huge, loaded freight trains whizzing on both sides of us going 'a million miles an hour'. Eventually we are hooked onto the broken train and slowly we move along. An eight-hour train ride has turned into a twelve-hour train ride.
It is interesting that the passengers around us are patient. There is no yelling, no complaining. Is Christmas cheer holding up, or has patience taken over?
Now I need to stop and let Margaret tell you about her trip to New York City.
* * *
From Margaret:
December 19, 2014, I am up early Friday morning excited to go to New York City for the Winter Solstice celebration. When Joan Lenhard, our taxi driver, arrives at 7:30 a.m., I walk carefully out of the house mindful of my earlier experiences with ice. Barbara, who is used to Great Lakes weather, walks out without concern. For me it is very cold, 23 degrees, and there is thin, icy snow falling. The sky is grey.
At the train station, there is hardly room to sit, and we learn that our 8:26 a.m. train to New York City is sold out. Many students are going home and older couples are traveling for the holidays. When our train arrives, a kind conductor helps us board and we find seats on the right side that will face the Hudson River.
We go along for a time before reaching the river, and when we do, the sun comes out in full glory. In my mind, it becomes the River of the Sun. I send powerful, healing neutrinos changed to love to all the people of New York and the world. I see a magnificent sky with lenticular-like clouds dancing in front of the brilliant sun of high intensity. As I look at the sun directly, it begins to spin red, gold and green flashing light. I am thinking that all the people, all races, all nationalities, are Divine Beings.
When we reach New York City and pull into Penn Station, it is very crowded because it is rush hour. We leave the train to take an express subway to 96 Street where our hotel is located. This hotel is close to the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine where the Winter Solstice celebration will take place. We have dinner around the corner at the Manhattan Diner, where we always enjoy their food.
In the evening I write up my notes. To me, New Yorkers always feel intense. Now they feel even more intense. All traditions, all nationalities merge into one grand sandwich called New York City.
* * *
December 20, Saturday:
It is hard sleeping because of excessive noise coming from steam heat in the room. A crescendo of steam every three minutes. Quiet at first, then continuously louder. Then LOUD. Why are we suffering at a time when we need rest?
I ask the Dolphins to comment and they say:
We feel your discomfort and also your anticipation for the big Solstice event. The Sun welcomed you yesterday on your way to New York City.
The steam of heated water brings comfort to humans living in the old brick buildings of New York City. Steam delivering heat, steam delivering comfort for the residents is the energy of Love.
When Love is expressed, it makes perfect hexagons of water which, when turned to steam, releases comfort and compassion. Compassion, care, gratitude delivered against the icy cold of New York City.
The old city works in its old ways. New buildings, new delivery systems, old buildings, old delivery systems.
Can you understand the analogy and apply it to today's work? The steam brings comfort in the form of heat. The stream is generated by great boilers. Love is generated by compassionate hearts sending the warmth of Love to the human world, to the Nature world.
The Sun gives warmth, Love and Light for growing and sustaining life on the planet. Humans receive this Light and pass it on as Love to one another, to nurture each other. You can make the difference. You can add Love to Nature and you can add the frequency of nurture. Then all the planet will thrive. Love is never ending. Love is always expanding. Love is the essence of Life. Love is natural, a basic ingredient. All things grow with Love.
Everything has a consciousness. Even the smallest unit has a consciousness. Each unit responds to Love. Sunlight comes to the planet and the people respond in gratitude by giving Love. When the basic exchange is Love, then all things grow and thrive and live in harmony and balance.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Introduction, xiii,Chapter 1 Winter Solstice ~ New York City, 1,
Chapter 2 Weather, 15,
Chapter 3 Pacific Plate Movements ~ Japan, 19,
Chapter 4 More Pacific Ocean Plate Movements, 26,
Chapter 5 Hawaii, The Big Island, 33,
Chapter 6 Los Angeles Conscious Life Expo, 40,
Chapter 7 Equinox, Solar Eclipse, UN Peace Bell ~ New York City, 50,
Chapter 8 Washington, D.C. Cherry Blossom Festival, 63,
Chapter 9 Dolphins and Whales ~ Earthquakes, 70,
Chapter 10 Wesak Festival ~ Agnihotra Healing, 76,
Chapter 11 The Fuji Declaration, 82,
Chapter 12 The Great Invocation, 99,
Glossary, 105,